Fairy, Don't Be Afraid, I Am Blind

Chapter 148 - 116: Soul of the Ba Xia; True Lotus Peak Heir_2

The wall of swords had shattered with a loud crash, and the shadow of a gigantic ancient Divine Beast emerged behind Shi Yan, radiating sacred golden light!

This was a blow that had been brewing for seven years, it was the soul of Baxia that this foolish boy had somehow obtained!

This golden divine tortoise with sharp fangs, the legendary sixth son of the dragon, opened its bloody mouth wide towards You Su! In front of this Baxia’s silhouette, You Su seemed like a lone willow in the wind, this was absolutely not a move that a young man in the Spirit Platform Realm could withstand!

Even the Third Elder above the clouds turned pale with shock, she had thought it would be an unremarkable battle, yet it kept undergoing unexpected changes. She had stood on the mountain peak for over a hundred years, only now realizing how terrifying the younger generation had become.

The Fifth Elder watching from the side also had his flying sword beneath his feet swirling with a red rainbow light, yet his expression showed a bit of regret.

Meanwhile, Mr. Liu had already half-rushed into the field, determined to stop the battle, but someone was faster than him! It was Fairy Wangshu, who had drawn her sword!

Fairy Wangshu’s blue eyes were tightly fixed on You Su, the sword in her hand as bright as moonlight, she would not allow her junior brother to suffer any harm.

Suddenly, a loud shout echoed between heaven and earth, stopping both Fairy Wangshu and Mr. Liu’s movements, and also freezing everyone’s minds—

"Don’t come!"

No one knew where You Su got his Divine Power, but he leaped to a height unimaginable to others.

In the storm, his black robe filled with air currents, Mo Song Sword was raised high above his head, the sound of the sword howling like ten thousand bells chiming together!

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"The sound of swords is also one of the most beautiful sounds in the world. Though they are man-made iron instruments, they evoke true heavenly melodies."

An old woman in the crowd, half-squinting, savored the intense sword echo and spoke thus to her disciple.

She was Elder Zhai of the Profound Sky Sect, who entered the Dao through music, and also the most seasoned of the sect’s junior elders.

The naive young girl copied her master’s manner, closing her eyes to feel this sound, but she couldn’t help but steal glances at the godlike young man hovering in mid-air.

Not everyone could appreciate it like Elder Zhai, as all the disciples in the front row covered their ears, unable to endure the disturbance.

Yet You Su remained serene, enjoying the tranquility between heaven and earth alone.

The blood and flesh vibration brought by the Taisui meat reappeared, far more intense than the night he killed Mr. Ling. It gave You Su the sensation as if countless hearts existed within him, all beating together until the moment when all the heartbeats synchronized.

And this moment had arrived.

A flash of black light swept past, as if a literary master had left a stroke of thick, colorful ink upon the white clouds.

The gigantic shadow of the Divine Beast maintained its pose to devour everything, yet a large hole broke open on its golden-scaled forehead, and starting from there, it shattered inch by inch, finally dissipating into nothingness.

Spectators forgot to breathe, the excitement of this battle, on a platform intended for non-True Disciples to spar, was certainly extraordinary throughout history.

This country bumpkin, who’d become the laughingstock of the whole sect due to his constant seeking of abuse, whom people looked down upon, actually carried a Divine Beast heritage comparable to the Innate Dao Body.

No one could resist watching a grassroots rise tale, and just as everyone felt slap in the face by Shi Yan’s undisclosed depth, You Su with his sword told the world why he could become Lotus Peak’s second True Disciple, and others could not, making all who once thought highly of themselves but were rejected by Lotus Peak feel deeply ashamed.

The dust settled, and the platform was shattered beyond recognition, reduced to a pile of rubble.

Shi Yan was buried under the debris, his eyes vacant.

He had poured everything into this battle, endured for seven years, today it was his battle that absolutely must be won.

He had reasons why he had to become a True Disciple, without any Elder willingly taking him, he decided to fight for himself, as long as he defeated a True Disciple, he felt there was a chance the Elders would notice him.

Though if he couldn’t win, it didn’t matter, he could bear it, enduring until he felt he could win, then make a comeback.

But his seven years of effort dissolved into bubbles under this young man’s sword.

He was already twenty-four years old, once he reached twenty-five, it would be very difficult to become a True Disciple, as his bones had set, unnoticed before, and even less likely to be noticed in the future.

Today, having vented all he accumulated, he now had no chance. With only one short year, after people knew about his special cultivation technique, they certainly wouldn’t attack him carelessly again, someone who wasn’t good at any offensive techniques wouldn’t be able to build up such unexpected counterattacks.

Having left his hometown alone and come to this land of hope in the Divine Mountain for seven years, only now realizing it didn’t belong to him at all.

The disappointment and frustration lasted in Shi Yan’s heart just for a moment, the silhouette in his memory emerged.

Since there’s a reason he must persist in becoming a True Disciple, giving up before utter despair would be an act of cowardice. He’s lost all the way here, what’s the matter with losing this battle too? Although there’s only a year left, it doesn’t necessarily mean there’s no opportunity.

Having revitalized his belief, Shi Yan’s eyes regained focus, he tried to clench his fist, but due to severe injuries, he couldn’t even clear away the rubble covering him to climb out. Initially, he thought like every time before, he’d climb up with difficulty and leave silently, but now he could only lie here and wait, and bothersome would be the gazes of those people he could not escape.

Even someone with firm belief like him couldn’t help but sigh.

Just at this moment, the heavy weight on him lightened, a vast amount of light poured in, so dazzling he squinted his eyes, already somewhat dizzy, he didn’t see who removed the stones for him.

It must have been Mr. Liu... All these years, Mr. Liu, with his cold demeanor but warm heart, indeed had helped him a lot in secret, but unfortunately, he failed to heed his advice.

He adjusted to the influx of light and saw the appearance of the person in front of him—many parts of the black robe torn, hair disheveled, and there were also traces of dust on his face, adding a bit of steadfastness to his already graceful and jade-like demeanor.

The one who cleared the stones for him and extended a helping hand turned out to be his opponent today — You Su.

Shi Yan was slightly taken aback, each time in the past, those True Disciples he challenged would ignore him after beating him up, the kind ones would just pass by indifferently, and the malicious ones might leave a few insults only he could hear.

He had no complaints, after all, these True Disciples, proud as they were, faced challenges from him, an outer disciple, could feel humiliated. Even those well-mannered ones would likely be annoyed by his persistent fighting style.

You Su, being the first True Disciple to show goodwill towards him.

But having made a True Disciple of Lotus Peak in his prime become such a sorry sight, wouldn’t he be angry?

"If you can’t get up, hold my hand."

You Su wiped away the blood from his lips with his left hand, still extending his right hand.

The sun was right behind You Su, with light shining through his body onto Shi Yan lying in the pit.

Shi Yan grinned, revealing gray-stained big white teeth, exerting all his strength to lift his hand and place it on top.

Mr. Liu hovered to the side, looking at You Su with undisguised admiration in his eyes.

As both main characters stood up from the ruins, scattered applause emerged from the spectators, which grew in momentum until it was thunderous. Either of the two on the field deserved this applause.

Shi Yan seemed somewhat embarrassed, unsure how to handle such a situation. In contrast, You Su, like an experienced old man, also gave Shi Yan a warm smile.

Shi Yan scratched his head, and said to You Su:

"Thank you."

You Su just responded with a smile, sincerely praising, "You are really amazing, you shouldn’t be an outer disciple."

Shi Yan was slightly stunned, then cheerfully replied, "You’re even more amazing!"

Mr. Liu’s gaunt mouth also lifted, standing between the two, suddenly straightening his chest and loudly proclaiming:

"In this duel, You Su wins! Shi Yan’s objection is invalid!"

"Mr. Liu! Don’t be quick to conclude..."

In the audience, a Female Immortal in a fairy robe and golden crown slowly floated in the air, smilingly gazing at a few people in the ruins.